HER OWN LITTLE ROOM.
HERE is my own little room;
Fair as a lily in bloom—
That is what mother dear said.
Just see how lovely it looks!
Here are my desk and books,
Here is my own little bed.
Fair as a lily in bloom—
That is what mother dear said.
Just see how lovely it looks!
Here are my desk and books,
Here is my own little bed.
This is my sewing-chair;
That is my work-box there,
Everything I shall use;
Thimble and scissors and thread,
Stocking-ball—darning I dread!—
Emery, needles to choose.
That is my work-box there,
Everything I shall use;
Thimble and scissors and thread,
Stocking-ball—darning I dread!—
Emery, needles to choose.
Soon as I learned to sew,
Mend my own linen, you know,
Take all the care for my own,
Dusting and making my bed,
Mother always has said,
"Sister shall room all alone."
Mend my own linen, you know,
Take all the care for my own,
Dusting and making my bed,
Mother always has said,
"Sister shall room all alone."
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